Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from El Salvador and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Country Teasers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Amon Düül,
Quando Quango,
Duran Duran,
Cluster,
Aloha Tigers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cramps,
Bill Near,
Gang of Four,
Marc Almond,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pet Shop Boys,
Graham Central Station,
Second Layer,
KRS-One,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Real Kids,
D'Angelo,
Neu!,
Vainqueur,
Faraquet,
Minny Pops,
Swell Maps,
Agitation Free,
The Modern Lovers,
The Human League,
Sparks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Young Marble Giants,
Fugazi,
A Certain Ratio,
Reagan Youth,
Ten City,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Heaven 17,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Traffic Nightmare,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Niagra,
Bill Wells,
Steve Hackett,
X-101,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Velvet Underground,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ludus,
Joensuu 1685,
Dennis Brown,
Soulsonic Force,
Surgeon,
Smog,
Barry Ungar,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Searchers,
Davy DMX,
Theoretical Girls,
Dead Boys,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.